the Incident

April 11, 2016 | I wonder about the category to assign this post…Firsts?  Milestone? GROSSNESS?  Let’s just start at the beginning.  It’s a Monday, which is my day with E. We began with swim lessons, where she was just hell-bent not doing anything I asked her to.  Getting her into the building (passed two playgrounds), changed in the locker room, “listening” to the teacher, getting OUT of the pool, passing those playgrounds again, into the car…eesh it was just a long morning.

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So I figured we would burn some energy at the nearby Bass Pro shop.  Where she climbed on everything.  Ran away, hid in the sleeping bags, and just continued to be a bit crazy.

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So it’s getting close to lunchtime, and we decide to head home.  I think we had been inside for all of three minutes when I hear a large spill.

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Finally we are getting close to nap.  The break that we BOTH really need.  Stickers are a calm activity that tend to make nap-time a bit easier.  She was asleep!

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There are no photos to document what I found when I went to “wake” her at 4 PM.  The monitor had been totally silent, so I was expecting to stir a waking toddler awake to play. That’s not what I found (or smelled) at all.  I knew that there had to be poo somewhere, but when I pulled back the blackout curtain it was everywhere.  E kept saying “poo poo!” while holding up her chubby fingers…which looked like she had been digging in the dirt.  A lot.  It was on her clothes, her pillow, the crib itself, the sheet, her sock monkey & Elmo.  I literally picked her up, trying to keep those dirty fingers from touching me, and plopped her in the bathtub.  I think I even said “Stay!” as I went back to her room to gather the dirty stuff to be thrown into the washer.  Yes, even the stuffed animals.  Then I stripped her down and started spraying her with the shower head.  My phone was downstairs, but I still don’t think that I was in the frame of mind to take any photos.  I can’t tell you how many times I discussed NOT touching poo with her during the bath…

Yoga was especially necessary that night!

 

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